Like a golden sun during the dawn
Like a lonely horse running down
Like a dream having not gone
Like a dream not lost but found
Like your eyes flashing in the night
Like your pulms warming my soul
Like a high-high height
To be comletely alone
To be without any gun
With moving around deep hole
To be tremendous fun
Have the only hope
The destiny shows its face
To and fro in unspeakable space
It has own trace
Fabulous an mysterious grace
To feel the way with own eyes
To be sure that future comes true
Trying to find out and realize
To jump into the blue
The waste of time is little trap
Miracle teeth and bottom
Every moment has its trap
Or a sort of
To be oneself without pretendence
To keep oneself with harmony
It's not something like tendence
It's the way of saying loving me
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© Copyright: Хиллари Андреани, 2009
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